The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2783 | 2022-01-13 04:53:26 | 72.41 | 97% |
| 1165 | 2021-11-03 21:14:08 | 63.60 | 96% |
| 89 | 2021-07-26 09:55:06 | 32.97 | 92% |